It was midnight as I painted
The voluptuous figure of a long-haired woman,
Calmly lying on her death-bed with closed eyes,
Trying to remember her days of lost love,
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So sad to see the love die a silent death! I also invite you to read my poem ' The painter's work' whenever you find time.
A beautiful with soothing and imagery expression. Love your ink.10
The poem has wonderful imagination and circumstances explained in detail. experienced as good.
Dear Indrani, Your poem is full of sorrowful note deep agony is appearing like a movie. Great effort. I invite you to read my poems and tell something about them. You can Try this one: 'Spring Tells' The clear sunny spring Is now approaching Leaving behind The severity of The shivering cold sting The leaves and flowers Are appearing With a sweet smiling ........................... ............................. Thanks!
A passionate poetic portrait of dreams and desire!
wow that was intense. I like the twist of writing its similar to my own.
Painting a picture of a woman lying on her death bed must have been a very eerie task to do. I cant imagine this being an easy for at all for the painter. It takes a very artistic person to carefully transfer brush strokes to canvas in a setting like this. Was this someone an object of his affection? Very thought provoking.
He was pouring his heart out onto the canvas...how wonderful.
Reminds me of the poem The Darkling Thrush